"Brother, look, another silver came."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so scary."

You have received 100,000 rewards from ordinary people and poets.

You have received 100,000 rewards from the director of the article.

"One more."

“It’s so scary.”

"I'm so envious."

"@ Husky who doesn't break up the house, big guy, come out and send a red envelope."

"Master, please recommend."

Qin Xiaobao was dizzy and earned 15,000 in less than a minute?

"The fun of rich people, as we all know, is very expensive to write books."

A discordant voice rang out.

"This is not something I can do."

"They are all high V numbers, some are reading books."

"You're thinking too much."

"The Rebellion of Immortals is really good, and it is normal for readers who like it to reward you."

"Haha, just lick it," the author named Zhu Nuo was sarcastic: "The first order is more than 600 yuan, and suddenly there are three more silver. Normal? What do you say about the 1800 of the Peak God?"

“Different preferences.”

"You have to come up with evidence to spray."

"What you said is unreasonable."

"So what if you want to brush it? I think it's the same as advertising. If you don't tell a good product, who will know? Readers are not blind, and whether to look at it or not is up to you."

When Master Xiaofeng saw the chat record, he almost spit out an old blood, mmp, just say it, what do I do if I get involved?

His Silver Alliance has been smashed, and he has used a small trumpet. When a discerning person sees it, he will feel at ease.

I didn't ask you to say anything, why are you so self-conscious?

As for Xiaobao, if you don’t want to spray, the dragon will not care about the ants’ thoughts, just take a shower and go to bed.
Chapter completed!